My father Pulin Babu lived and died for Indigenous Aboriginal Black Untouchables. His Life and Time Covered Great Indian Holocaust of Partition and the Plight of Refugees in India. Which Continues as continues the Manusmriti Apartheid Rule in the Divided bleeding Geopolitics. Whatever I stumbled to know about this span, I present you. many things are UNKNOWN to me. Pl contribute.
Palash Biswas

” JNU Students Don’t Dance Naked, It Is the Emperor Who Doesn’t Have Clothes”

" JNU Students Don't Dance Naked, It Is the Emperor Who Doesn't Have Clothes"

"To The Jailed With Love": students in JNU write messages for Kanhaiya, Anirban andUmar Khalid

We do not know any of you, and we probably don't agree with many or most of your beliefs. We might even detest some of your ideas. But today, we are proud of you folks. Our support, and the support of most individuals might not count for much, yet it is our need to support you. It is our need to be seen to be standing with you. You actually do not need our support, for, you won the battle the moment the Might of the State started being unleashed on you.

Therein lies your first victory. Whatever the State does now it has it has no legs, no moral ground to stand on. The Moral ground was ceded to you ages ago, around mid-February 2016!

Whether or not you folks dance naked after 8 pm it is the Emperor who has no clothes. The Emperor has been doing a mad, round-the-clock dance.

You have learnt some things in the last few days, albeit at a cost to yourselves. You now know that small group actions can be a 'crime', mob actions are not. You have been charged with everything fromdancing naked after 8 pm, to using too many condoms, to wanting to dismember and destroy this country.

But you have educated the Nation on many things. You have exposedhow fickle and weak the Government is. You have taught us that the voice of a bunch of steadfast students can be heard above the din and cacophony of mobs that part of the media echoes. A section of the media is now forced to hold up a mirror to itself. You have told us that even where not looking beyond one's nose is the norm and therefore desirable, one can hold one's convictions dear. One can have dreams greater than advancing individual careers and becoming successful professionally.

You have struck us with your clarity of thought, courage, your commitment to standing by your beliefs and colleagues every time we have heard some of you speak.

Dear Friends, let us confess, you've moved many of us to tears many, many times in the last couple of weeks. They have been tears of pain at the hounding, media-trial and conviction-without-hearing that you've been subjected to. But they have also been tears of joy, tears of pride, tears of hope and confidence that the future will be kind to you and all the causes you fight for.

It has been heartwarming to see students of Hyderabad, Jadavpur and many other Universities and places across unite with you. The rise of such a young generation is the hope of the Nation.

Truly, some of the worst things, AND SOME OF THE BEST THINGS have happened in the last few days.

The Voice of the Persecuted Nationalities Denied ...

Politics, Economics and the GLOBE

Marxist and the Gandhi

Dharmaveer

Dharamaveer, then Governor of Bengal 9second from Left) with Jyoti basu, deputy CM, Mrs Indira gandhi, PM and Ajoy Mukherjee , CM. Dharamveer belonged to Dhramanagari in Bijnore, Sabita`s maternal Home. Bengali Refugees in Bijnore had been resettled in the State of King Jwala Prasad. Dharmaveer was the Eldest PRINCE of the State

Marichjhanpi Massacre, First genocide by the Marxist Brahaminical Hegemony

Peasant Uprising

Mahendra singh Tikait, the leader of bharatiya Kisan Union and me during the Massive Rally under Peasant uprising in western UP

The Poet with Us

Baba nagarjun the Poet at our Amravati residence where he stayed with us. From Left Shobhakant , the youngest son of the Poet, Me ,Baba and Sabita

Me and Sabita in Home Town

Me and sabita in our Home Town Nainital after our marriage

Cancer Ward

ND Tiwari assureing my Dying father who later succumbed to Cancer in 2001 that he would establish a canser Hospital as my father wished last. Tiwari never Visited Basantipur after my Father`s death and simply forgot about the hospital

MIli and Subhash with the Poet

Mili, My cousin Subhash `s Wife, who died succumbing to Septosemia in NRS Hospital on first May 1995, Subhsh, Me and Sabita with the Prominet Hindi Poet Baba Nagarjun who also died later flanked by Left Totan , only son of Mili and subhsh and Tussu. Baba satyed with us in 1992

Generation Next

From Left, Biplab , the eleder Son of Padmalochan my brother, Tussu my son and Tutul, the yonger son of Lochan. Biplabis no more as heexpired on 25th May 1991, four days after the death of rajiv Gandhi in Bomb Blast. biplab sucumbed to Fever at aged only Six

Meeradi

My eldest cousin Meeradi with her Grand son shivanand who is a Young Man but Deaf and dumb

My villagers

My Villagers during the last journey of their Comrade, and head of the Village family, Pulin Babu

Last Rites

We all brothers and boys at home during Last Rites of my father while Jethamoshai looks on

FRIENDS in DSB

Me9thirdfrom left with DSB Friends in seventies

JETHAMOSHAI

My Father`s elder Brother

ND Tiwar at Home

ND Tiwari on the Death Bed of his Close Friend, my Father accepts ISHWAR KI Galti